This was inspired by something that happens to me every week or two.
Du Temps Perdu
When my mind is full of lesson plans
or household errands, I make the final turn
on my morning commute without knowing
how I got there. Did I run a red light?
Hit a darkly dressed pedestrian? It is then I hope
and fear habit has kept me safe,
allowing me to make this journey
and not see a single thing –
the streetlights claiming it is still night,
the trash man feeding his truck our leftovers,
dawn’s dim first draft of a new day.
Du Temps Perdu
When my mind is full of lesson plans
or household errands, I make the final turn
on my morning commute without knowing
how I got there. Did I run a red light?
Hit a darkly dressed pedestrian? It is then I hope
and fear habit has kept me safe,
allowing me to make this journey
and not see a single thing –
the streetlights claiming it is still night,
the trash man feeding his truck our leftovers,
dawn’s dim first draft of a new day.
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